From the moment she walked into the dayspa, Jennifer felt an immediate
sense of relaxation. Her shoulders, once tense, dropped and rolled
forward and her chest felt light and soft, as if new air had entered
it. Her ears were tickled with the soft sounds of the indoor fountain
slowly trickling water out and back into itself. She sighed softly to
herself and rubbed her sore hands, the curse of many hours of legal
dictation.

"Your appointment will not be available for another half hour, Miss
Kelly, but you're welcome to spend that time in the Sauna or in our
relaxation room, if you'd like. What can I get you to drink while you
wait?"
Jennifer peaked around the corner of the booth at the drink list and
smiled to herself when she found what she was looking for. "I'll have
a lemonade." She dragged her fingers absently along the counter while
waiting for her drink. Anyone who spied her would find she appeared to
be lost in thought.

"Right this way.." her attendant interrupted and led her down the
cold granite stairway into the locker room.

After slipping into a warm robe and sandals provided by the spa, she
stepped into the sauna who's clear glass door was already hazy with
condensation. She could hear the hiss of steam before she even reached
the door. Her eyes were immediately greeted by a cloud of white air,
obstructing her view almost entirely. She made her way down onto a
bench and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Hearing no one around,
she slipped open her robe and lifted her feet out of the sandals and
lay back along the bench. The room was silent save the roaring sound
of water hitting hot rocks. Jennifer allowed her robe to open more
fully, confident she was alone and could cover herself quickly if
required. Even if someone were to walk in, the cloud of steam was
like a blanket across the room. It was impossible to see what wasn't
right in front of you. She smiled to herself, satisfied with her logic
and completely removed the last bit of her coverings. Laying back
against the wet, slightly heated bench she took a deep breath and and
closed her eyes again, enjoying the feeling of the tiny beads of water
that were now accumulating on her legs and stomach, feeling them grow
larger before gravity forced them to roll slowly down her skin,
sending a tingle along with each exiting bead. Reaching up, she ran
her fingers over now slick stomach, sliding her hands across and up to
her breasts and squeezing them for a second.

Suddenly the hair on her skin stood up and her heart beat hard inside
her chest with adrenaline. She opened her eyes quickly and stared hard
through the cloud to see. Was someone in here? "Hello?" she asked into
the fog. The hiss of steam was her only reply. She lay for a moment,
listening hard before smiling again and closing her eyes again. She
was paranoid. No one was in the room at all.

She let her hands slowly return back to her breasts again, amused to
find her nipples had grown taut at the fear that had only seconds ago
claimed her.

She felt his hand across her neck before she saw him. Her eyes flew
open and her mouth opened to scream before his mouth closed over it
hard, killing the sound that tried to escape. For one panicked moment,
her body prepared to fight and her skin was buzzing with the tiny
electric fingers of adrenaline. Pulling away quickly, she looked at
her attacker's face and her eyes softened in recognition, the panicked
lines of her mouth curling into a slow smile. A heated flush came
across her cheeks as she heard him laughing softly at her.

They had been meeting like this for weeks. It was never planned. She
never knew the day. Or the time. And she didn't know his name. But the
time they spent together on the granite bench, up against the cool
walls, on her knees watching water trickle slowly into a drain on the
floor—they were like no other experiences she'd ever had before. She
had first met him in such a way, in the sauna. She had been coming to
Akasha for months, always starting her treatments with a slow soak in
the sauna alone. It was on one of these such days when she thought she
was alone that they first met. A voice broke through the silent hiss
and said, "Hello." She reacted much like she did this time. Clutching
her towel to cover herself, heart pounding, a small gasp snuck out
between her lips, giving her surprise away. He seemed to appreciate
her fear. "Even liked it", she had since thought to herself now. And
she wasn't sure how it happened, or why but when he advanced toward
her, silencing her own attempt at a greeting with the palm of his hand
pressed against her mouth firmly, pushing her back into the cold stone
wall—she didn't resist. Instead she had succumbed to him, allowed him
to take her, overwhelm her. She had offered no resistance when he took
her body as if it were his. As if it had always been his.

Each time, her body believed him, decieving her dignity by receiving
every touch his fingers made on her skin as if it were the only touch
she had ever felt before. Her back arched in effort to get closer to
him and her face was a twisted mask of both pain and incredible
ecstacy. He never spoke to her, never made a sound as he twisted her
body to his liking all those times. He never asked her name in turn.
She on the other hand, did all she could to keep quiet. And if the
passion ever escaped her lips, he was quick to squelch it with a firm
hand across her mouth, muffling the noise it made as she cried out
into his hand. nd when it was done, when he had plucked every last bit
of her and left her curled up and breathless on the floor, he was
gone.

She looked at him now and saw that same look she had seen all the
times before. A smile was barely present on his face but she caught
it. He looked proud of himself. His eyes were laughing at her, mocking
her for being so frightened earlier. She was still sitting on the cool
bench where she had earlier been awakened by his hands and the thought
of them upon her now made her gasp a tiny little breath of
remembrance. That appeared to be all the encouragement he needed. He
was on her in a second,his hands wrapping around her shoulders and
pushing them roughly against the wall. The breath she held tight in
her chest flew out of her lips in a quick whimper. The half smile was
still across his lips as he paused for a half second, enjoying the
look of mixed fear and excitement that every part of her body gave
away. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slack, arms limp against her
sides. Her chest was heaving with tiny half breaths of excitement and
he could feel her legs shaking even with his hands on her shoulders.
Keeping her back firm against the stone wall, he leaned close to her
neck and put his lips across her ear.

"I am going to fuck you." He said , his only words to her since their
first encounter.

Jennifer moaned and squirmed against his hands on her shoulders,
desperate to get closer. She raised her head to him and he accepted
her offer,his mouth closing over hers with such intensity her head
smacked back against the wall. His right hand moved from its place on
her collarbone to slide behind her head, cradling it, pushing her tiny
mouth closer to his own. He lifted her from her seat and pulled her
body close to his, standing. Her now completely uncovered body formed
to his own with ease. He noted how her skin felt, slick from the
sauna's wet air and slightly cool to the touch. Her skin was rippled
with goosebumps and she shivered as his fingers trailed slowly down
her back. She pressed her skin as closely to him as she could, the
control of her body lost long ago. His tongue against hers was firm
and insistant, pausing only momentarily while his teeth grazed at her
lower lip before returning its attention back to her mouth. Jennifer
raised her hands to touch him and was quickly met by his own, shoving
her forearms forcefully down by her side again. She moaned excitedly
against his mouth, incensed by his strength over her. One hand moved
over across her neck, its fingers closing tightly across her throat.
He allowed her more than enough passage for breathing but constricted
his hand tightly enough that she knew he was serious.

Removing his mouth from hers, he let his other hand slide down between
her breasts, circling one and then the other. Finding her nipple to be
hardened already, he smiled and looked up at her. Jennifer had only a
second to see the kind look change into menace when she felt the first
sharp sting. Gasping, she looked down. His thumb and forefinger had
closed over her nipple and pinched it tightly in quick pulsing
movements. Her breasts exploded in heat and her nipples felt as if
needles were working their way into its tiny pink flesh. Her legs
shook below her and her hands had closed into tiny fists. Mouthfuls of
air pushed their way out of her lungs in protest but his touch was
unrelenting. A quick squeeze on her neck and Jennifer knew better than
to move. The fire in her breasts moved down into her belly, swirling
there, making her almost nauseous. It then found its way down her
legs, between them, making the tender skin there electric with warmth.
This time, her mouth opened as a new feeling coursed through her body.
His mouth was upon her abused nipple, warm and soft. She closed her
eyes and bit her lip to silence as she felt his tongue brush over and
across it, comforting the stings his fingertips had created. She
opened her eyes, pleading silently with him to make good on his
earlier promise. But he was not done. His mouth moved to her other
nipple, repeating its earlier movements, making Jennifer's legs give
out below her. One arm clung around her body, holding it firm against
him while his mouth devoured her. Her hands reached out and slid
across his back, down his firm ass. She pushed her body closer to him,
her breast shoved harder into his mouth, aching for more of something,
anything more he could give her. Her hands opened and closed against
his back, her nails dragging across his wet skin.

"Please…" she begged, her voice wavering quietly into the air. "Please fuck me."

The tongue stopped its attack on her nipple and he lifted his head to
look at her. He stared at her, enjoying the look of desperation on her
face. He watched her body rock involuntarily, as if he were already
inside her. Her bottom lip was being chewed furiously and her eyes
were half closed with drunken need. But It was her breath that
interested him most. Her chest created eradic movements as it tried to
pull air into it, a sort of hiccupping movement that she couldn't
control. She was completely his. Her body was no longer her own. It
was intoxicating to watch. And then she had begged him. God—he nearly
tore her apart the moment she had said it. The tone in her voice. The
apprehension, the pleading…it was all so hot. She knew just as well as
he did that she was at his mercy and she begged him for release.

Picking her up by her waist suddenly, he lifted her up against his
body. Her legs wrapped immediately around his back. He backed her
firmly against the wall, knocking the breath out of her. Before she
could draw her next breath, his mouth was back on hers again. He
kissed her hard—out of passion, yes—but also to make her lightheaded.
Her next breath would not come until he allowed it. And it would come
when he was ready.

Jennifer's eyes were wide, her body aching and longing for his fuck .
But her chest stung and felt heavy, becoming more and more desperate
for air. His mouth made her lips feel as if they were on fire, his
tongue more aggressively pushing against hers than before. She didn't
want him to stop but her vision was now becoming more cloudy, the
panic in her chest becoming more insistant. She dared not move her
face away from him. The feeling of his pelvis pressed firmly into her
own kept her from resisting. But her head was beginning to feel
lighter.

He could see the lazy look her eyes had begun to take on . Her tongue
had grown softer against his. He knew it was time. Lifting her body a
little higher, he then brought her down firmly against his cock. She
covered him immediately and suddenly her eyes were wide. Their lips
separated from eachother and she pulled in the first sweet gasp of air
as her body convulsed with the ecstacy of feeling him deep inside her
finally. He didn't give her time to catch up as he continued to fuck
her, her back pressed up against the wall. Her body felt as if it had
new skin. Her arms spread wide across the wall, grasping at nothing
before returning to his back. She tried to suppress her cries and bit
them back but was unable to stop the sound of her whimper escaping
with each tiny breath he forced out of her with each thrust. He
carried her, still buried inside, down to the floor. Her legs were
still wrapped tightly around him. Laying her down on her back, he
continued his attack on her. Her back arched on the floor, head moving
side to side. Her face took on a look of what he could later swear was
pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and her mouth
opened wide with almost a look of surprise and horror on her face.

He removed her legs from their tight grip around him and placed them
high up on his shoulders. Lifting her hips, he plunged into her again,
hard. Seeing the immediate reaction on her face, he put his hand over
her mouth in time to quiet a scream. And continued fucking her, loving
the mixed look of absolute ecstacy and that little bit of pain on her
face. His hand kept its place on her mouth, and rightfully so. The
ability to govern herself and keep quiet was now gone, replaced by
moans and yelps. Her chest moved rapidly in quick breaths and with
each exhale came a groan and whimper. It was hot. If he had his way,
he would keep her just like this forever…every second begging for him
to take her like this. And every time, he would. But he knew that
their time was short, just like the times before. Pretty soon, a cute
girl ould come looking for her, inviting her to her scheduled
appointment. He would finish her now..but he knew she'd come back,
hoping each day that this would be the day they would meet again.
He pushed her legs forward, tightly against her chest with one arms
movement, exposing now her ass to him. It was absolutely drenched from
her pussy already. Withdrawing from her, he now pushed his dick
against her asshole, watching her. Her eyes had closed and her mouth
opened in anticipation. He smiled to himself. He had never before met
a girl that loved getting her ass fucked as much as she did. He chose
to slide into her slowly, to let her feel each movement he made. A
hiss escaped her mouth as he did so and she quickly bit her bottom
lip. Christ, she felt amazing. He continued his slow movements until
her hips pushed against him, trying to pull him in further, to speed
his movements. He would not be rushed. He stopped his movements
completely, resting inside her , still. Jennifer moved against him,
making desperate noises, pleading with him to fuck her. He would not
budge and instead, put his hand on her stomach to stop the movement.
Defeated, she stopped. Her ass clenched tightly around him, her body
was stiff with pent up need and frustration. Her eyes begged him. God
he loved that look. When a girl would rather die than continue in a
moment like this. He slid slowly backwards out of her then shoved
himself roughly back inside, making her bend her body again in
surprise and pleasure. He fucked her roughly..and she loved it. He
watched her nipples grow into hard rocks again and the way her fingers
immediately attached to them, rubbing them before closing her hand
over her breasts tightly, squeezing them. She breathed through her
teeth, her eyes were dark and serious. The look on her face was now
that of awareness. He knew she wouldn't be long from cumming. His own
pleasure was mounting as well. The look on her face, the way her body
felt, the way she had so easily succumbed to him, turned her body over
each time—it was all far to incredible not to take notice.

Jennifers eyes closed now and she bit her lip hard as she felt the
warmth spreading up her legs. Her pussy contracted over and over,
desperate to cling to him. Her ass was full and hot, with every one of
his thrusts reaching the deepest part of her insides and propelling
her to new waves of pleasure. And when she came, it was just like the
other times with him. He put his hand over her mouth at the right
moment to squelch a long scream of release and almost disbelief, even
though he had always made her cum this hard, every time. Her legs
struggled against his arm, pshing them down, as he continued his fuck,
leaving her weak and buzzing with incredible ecstacy. He with drew
then from her ass and pulled her up sharply to him. Her mouth
immediately closed over his dick, her tongue wrapping around it
tightly. She felt the first burst hit the back of her throat and
moaned against him. The rest would fall heavily along the back of her
mouth and across her tongue. She collected it all and when he was
done, when his hands had loosened their grip in her hair and now just
rested on her head, she swallowed it obediently. The coppery,
metallic taste of him was still in the back of her throat when she
heard the "whoosh" sound of the sauna door opening. She made no move
to cover herself as she knew they were well hidden in the fog.

"Yes. Just a moment, please." She replied, trying to keep her tone unwavering.

"Yes ma'am. I'll just be right outside the door." And the sauna door
was closed once again.

Jennifer lighted herself from her knees and found that during her
brief interlude with the hostess, her partner had retreated. She was
always a bit disappointed at his hasty departure but she knew it was
part of the arrangement…and the arrangement was worth the few moments
of confusion. Gathering her robe and closing it around her slowly, she
grinned to herself, blushing in remembrance of their encounter, still
in full swing only moments ago. Stepping into her sandals, she walked
through the haze toward the glass door to exit.

As the door closed behind her, she heard the words, "I'll see you next
time, Jen."